What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

To friendship every burden's light.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.